Murda

[Intro: P.C.] Ah shit... Yo these niggas done fucked up now, man Icewater, Staten Island stand the fuck up! Yo get on my back, I got y'all niggas Yo it's like... (let's get these niggas, man) Yo... I'ma explain one time for y'all niggas, man Y'all betta listen up closely, man (I'm tellin' y'all niggas) I ain't talkin' no more after this I'm hittin' niggas, man Yo, it's like... it's like... [P.C.] Damn near everybody thuggin' now I don't care who he is, I feel like he a threat then I'ma gun him down Guns make a thunder sound And when I'm spittin' it off, homey it's over it ain't no time for duckin' down We could shoot a couple rounds, niggas is soft All these faggot-ass rap niggas pissin' me off On the road tongue-kissin' these whores Probably one of the same groupies I had tongue-kissin' my balls And when shit start I'm usually the reason it started Bring ya whole team, I give it to each of ya artists Ask niggas, P.C. is the hardest I ain't livin' off of rap, you can catch P.C. on the corner Late night, like three in the mornin' Tryin' to get this cake right cuz I gotta feed me and my daughter I couldn't teach you about ballin' But I could teach you how to chop it and bag it just put in ya order! [Polite] Yo, what's beef? When real niggas comin' for yo' ass But you hidin' on the low, you owe them niggas cash Quick-fast, click click bloaw with ya bitch-ass Niggas start runnin', do the hundred yard didash Beef, when you niggas violate the code And I must start to annhilate foes Spic ass had fired then the wire may explode You ain't live, you a fuckin' liar everybody knows You ain't nothin' but a bird nigga flyin' with some crows Beef when them shots start flyin' through ya clothes Blood start leakin' out ya nose Caught yo' ass sleepin' I suppose, got beef? Shouldn't dose Listen, don't bother kid Flows is Henny, yours is like Arbor Mist Nigga trust me, you don't want spar with this Ice dot H20, the hardest click [Hook 2X: Polite (P.C.)] I will murda (Don't make me murder you niggas) Any champion in here (I body any one of you niggas) Icewater don't come fi play (We ain't playin' with you) Icewater gon' kill them right away (We'll kill you right away) [Hands] All Hands on deck, nigga... Big Hands, nigga... I got the mic... Yo, comin' with that full court pressure on his crib Fourty-five to his ribs Hammers burst, straight feed him his jibs Got machines disectin' ya lids Comin' through with them rigs with big spinners on 'em spinnin' ya wigs Aiyo, it's Hands, nigga, I am the truth Designated batter, leave ya brain matter in the back of the Coupe Brute force war, show 'em the loot Blood saturated suit when them things splurge all in ya roof Smash fixtures, cold-blooded killas paint them pictures Inflicters, murder all them shooters off the rictors Cast iron cannon shit is sickenin' I even got them big Mausbergs cocked pointed at ya vixens And once again, I am the truth Y'all niggas wanna go to war? Then it's murder when I step in the booth Straight defecatin' on ya recruits Then I come at ya boss and have ya source tossed out of ya boots [Stumik] Who want it with Stumik? I put one in ya nugget Y'all done fucked up and gave the wrong niggas a budget The Water rules, you stunt and get caught for ya jewels I'm that thief in ya kitchen takin' all of ya food I've been nice with rhymes, got goons that'll slice ya spine And I leave niggas toothless for bitin' mines Yell out the stakes dog just for hidin' the cake For my dogs firin' at jake on fire escapes The best to spit, get vexed, hit ya chest with the fifth You'll get found dead on the news left in the whip And I ain't playin' with dudes, filetin' ya bitch Cuz I was taught to squeeze 'til there's nothin' left in the clip [Hook 2X]